Well, for the past week, Hubby and I have either been: fighting, not speaking, or icy polite. This morning we were talking about Demented and how I felt about SS going to her house. He said, "I did it for SS." (Remember, Demented scheduled a party for him even though it wasn't her weekend and told SS about it when he called the Friday that she was supposed to have him.) I asked Hubby if he ever once called her out about her game playing and manipulating? He said not in those types of words, but he had told her that from now on the schedule would be emailed or otherwise written out. I decided last week that from now on I was meeting when it was convenient for me - so at 4:30 on Friday and 7pm on Sunday. She likes to meet at 4:30 on Sunday. I don't see why I need to drop everything I'm doing in the middle of the day. So, Hubby told her the times last week. (See my "Lip Service" post)

While we were upstairs talking about this, she had called his cell phone and left a message asking....get this...WHAT TIME ARE WE MEETING ON SUNDAY? Hubby called her and told her 7. I hear, "No, that's the earliest that Panda can be there. That's going to be a No also, we are planning something special for Panda on Mother's Day."

In her little game to get her own way, she forgot that by switching the weekends around - Mother's Day is no longer on her weekend. Hmmm. How'd that all work out for ya, cupcake?

I'm sure it won't be the last that Hubby hears about it. Because as she likes to wail, "I'm his MOOOOOOM!" (If you've ever seen Kramer vs. Kramer - she has the Mel Streep line right down.)